I Locked Up My Husband's Clan

A Perfect Marriage Built On Lies

For five years, I believed I had the perfect marriage. That ended the day I saw my husband in the park with his son—a son I never knew existed, and a woman my family told me was dead. The woman was Morgan, my adoptive sister who tried to have me killed in a hit-and-run before vanishing. My husband and parents swore she died in a car crash. They all lied. I found a hidden tablet, a five-year highlight reel of my life as a cover story. Photos of a pregnant Morgan. Videos of my husband, David, teaching their son to say “Dada.” Even pictures of my own parents, holding the secret grandson they adored while telling me I wasn't ready for a child. My entire world, my entire family, was a complete fabrication. But the final blow was a recording of David’s voice, discussing a “Plan B” in case I ever discovered the truth. “We can have her declared mentally incompetent. We can have her committed and out of our way for good.” They weren’t just betraying me; they were ready to lock me in a psychiatric ward and throw away the key. So that night, on our fifth anniversary, when David handed me a cup of “calming tea” sent by my mother, I smiled. I played the part of the loving wife one last time, then walked out the door forever. They wanted to erase me, so I decided to become a ghost.

His Ruin, Her New Beginning

The heavy iron gate groaned open, spitting me back into a world that felt alien. Three years in hell, for a crime I didn' t commit. I thought it was finally over. My adoptive brother, Ethan, and my former fiancé, Noah, picked me up, not with comfort, but with an invitation to a celebration. For Chloe, my adoptive sister, the golden child. The celebration of her new album, filled with my songs. The whispers followed me into the glittering ballroom. "Is that Sarah Miller? The one who went to jail?" "She looks terrible." Chloe, radiant in a dazzling gown, welcomed me with venomous whispers, flaunting her stolen life. Ethan' s cold righteousness and Noah' s pity were suffocating. They justified my sacrifice, claiming my career was over anyway. They said I owed her. They said I was responsible. But I knew the truth. I was an orphan adopted by the Bennetts, then easily discarded when their biological daughter, Chloe, reappeared. Chloe, who had built her career on my talent, who then drove drunk and struck a pedestrian, begging me to take the fall. I was a fool. They promised to visit, to support me. The visits stopped. The pleas of "Think of it as paying back the family" and "Once you' re out, we can get married" echoed like cruel jokes. Now, as I lay bleeding from Chloe's latest attack, they chose her again, leaving me to die. Why did I blindly sacrifice myself for them? Why did they choose a manipulative liar over the truth, over me? What twisted words did Chloe whisper to make them so utterly blind? My phone buzzed. An unknown number. "Is this… Sarah Miller?" a warm voice asked. "My name is Alexander Hayes. I think… I think you' re my sister."

The Price of His Deceit

The dull ache in my belly was a constant reminder: our baby was gone. I was still reeling from the loss when I caught the scent of another woman' s perfume on my fiancé, Liam, in my hospital room. It was "Amour Infini," Clara' s signature scent, clinging to his expensive suit. Clara, our biggest professional rival, the one he had just told me a ridiculous lie about fainting from overwork. My world shattered. My hand hovered over the phone, my thumb on the wedding planner's contact. This wasn't minor infidelity; it was a deep, calculated betrayal. Later, a notification from my best friend, Sarah, flashed on my new phone-Clara' s Instagram. A close-up of a woman' s hand on a pregnant belly, covered protectively by a man' s hand. Liam' s hand, with his family signet ring. A single white heart emoji. He hadn't just cheated; he had built a life, a family, with her. The agony in my chest dwarfed any physical pain. My almost-husband, my protector since childhood, had been building a secret life for years. The man I loved more than anything was a stranger. He thought I was a "sweet little thing," predictable and easily manipulated. He thought he had me under control. But in that moment, as I stared at the glowing testament of his betrayal, something cold and hard settled in my heart. The game had changed. And I, an architect of dreams and now of revenge, was finally ready to play.

Their Secret, His Silence

My wife, Isabella, spoon-fed me, helped me dress, and assured everyone my hands were useless after the accident. They didn't know I' d secretly regained full strength weeks ago, my dexterity sharper than ever. And they certainly didn' t know I was stone-cold awake that night as Isabella brought Liam into our bed, whispering about my 'dependence' and 'broken' state. Then, on her unlocked phone, the messages flashed: "Our baby, our secret. Ethan will never know. He' s too broken." My breath caught, but my practiced smile remained mildly confused as she handed me back my phone, reminding me not to wait up as she left for "girls' night." The humiliation of being a cuckolded, disabled husband burned, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, meticulous resolve. They thought me broken, a helpless burden? Good. Let them continue to underestimate the architect who was meticulously designing his escape, piece by agonizing piece. The first step was dropping the pretense, and then, slowly, deliberately, dropping the bomb on their perfect betrayal.

My Stolen Life, My True Love

The buzzing chaos of my engagement party in 2002 felt sickeningly familiar. I was Ava, back in a life I' d already lived and lost, my head throbbing with memories of a past I was meant to escape. I stood beside Mike, the charming screw-up I' d painstakingly transformed into a partner, turning our dead-end family farm into a success in my first existence. Then I saw her: Chloe, my stepsister, radiating false innocence, her arm provocatively linked with David's. She was the one who plunged a knife into my back, because she couldn't stand my happiness. But the true horror struck when our eyes met – a cold, knowing flicker passed between us. She knew. She was back too. Suddenly, Chloe let out a dramatic wail, tearing herself from David. "No! I can't marry David! I want to marry Mike!" she declared, her voice ringing with feigned tears, publicly humiliating David and staking her claim on my future livelihood. Sharon, my calculated stepmother, then slyly tried to push David, a man Chloe would cripple and abandon in our previous lives, onto me, thinking she was winning her cruel game. The audacity of it: my murderer, back from the dead, attempting to steal the very life she' d taken from me before. A terrifying question echoed: What twisted game was this, and why was fate giving her another chance to ruin everything? A furious resolve simmered beneath my feigned hurt. "But I have conditions," I stated, my eyes fixed on Sharon' s, a new steel in my voice. This wasn't just a switch of fiancés; this was round two. And this time, I would not only thrive, but dismantle every one of their vile schemes, making them pay for every single betrayal.

Reborn to Reign: A Mother's Fury

My name is Sarah, and I remember the cold. Not the chill of winter, but the stainless-steel table against my back. My sons, Michael and Gabriel, were gone, their screams replaced by silence. My husband David, blinded by ambition, led us to that abandoned clinic. His sister, Veronica, craved an heir for her powerful husband, Senator Harrison. She believed my "Legacy Fertility" and my children's "vital essence" could help her. A quack "expert" performed monstrous acts on my seven-year-old twins. Then it was my turn; they brutally harvested my ovarian tissue. I was left to bleed out on a filthy floor, my insides torn. I died there, a vow of revenge frozen on my lips. Later, I saw Veronica on the news, pregnant and glowing with what she stole. But then, warmth. Sunlight. My eyes snapped open to my own familiar bedroom. Michael was on my chest, Gabriel curled beside me, both alive, young, and whole. The calendar read October 14th—the very day it all began. The memory slammed into me: David's averted eyes, the isolated building, Veronica's cold voice, Michael's terror, Gabriel's whimper. This wasn't a dream; this was a second chance. Veronica, triumphant in my first life, had risen on my family's ashes, her belly swelling with a lie while mine was emptied by her greed. No. Not again. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I would take everything she had, everything she wanted. Her husband. Her position. Her future. My revenge would be absolute, and my children would live. The game had begun.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."

Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"

Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband

"You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. "She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don't want that! What should I do?"

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

The CEO's Amazing Ex-wife Is Back!

"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"

The 100-Point Divorce Plan

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.